"It seems the danger level of this world is quite high. Ever since our arrival, I feel like there are a hundred versions of me pressing down on myself. It's really... hard to get used to," said Volgan, clad in dark green power armor, a genetic progeny of the fire lizard: "It's uncomfortable, feels like my whole body is wrapped in bandages. What kind of world is this? Our powers are severely restricted here."
"This is a world protected by the ancient saints' grand guardianship and the elves' great vortex, everyone is affected the same," explained Anglong as he watched the great demon dissolve into ashes after being thoroughly banished: "This world is the last refuge of the ancient saints, their servant, the Slan demon toad, created the grand guardianship, and then the elves built the great vortex to protect this world. These two magic arrays have drained the magical winds of this world. Chaos demons find it hard to enter the mortal realm, but the powers of mortals are also greatly limited."
"Weaken ourselves to weaken the enemy? I've encountered this situation more than once," nodded Kiriman, a genetic progeny of the ultimate warrior, looking around: "What about Fugen?"
"Fugen? He's gone on an expedition to Lucia and hasn't sent any word; he's probably not coming," Anglong shook his head and said to the others, "Ryan is getting married, you surely didn't come empty-handed, right?"
"We brought many gifts." The progenies brought several large boxes into the courtyard, and Anglong muttered to himself: "I knew it."
"Come sit in the cottage first, we'll leave for the cathedral down south tomorrow, I've prepared your formal attire," Anglong turned and headed toward the cottage he had built in the woods: "Father's imperial guards will help you out of your armor."
"I really don't want to see you, Anglong. Every time I see you, I think of that shameful past," said the First Legion's genetic progeny, Leon-El-Zhanson, as he followed Anglong's steps: "If I could, I'd kill all you traitors."
"Heh, if you really want to, we can duel later," Anglong wasn't particularly fond of Zhanson, or to say, there weren't many among the progenies he got along with. Rogar was still hiding in the Eye of Fear, and with Horus dead, he didn't have much to say to these loyalist progenies.
"Father emphasized that we are here for the wedding, not to duel," Zhanson's expression twitched, following the Emperor's orders.
"Oh, you can fight all you want!" sneered Magnus: "It would be perfect if both of you ended up half-crippled, then we could fashion two iron toilets just for you, one each, perfect for you to accompany me in the throne room, I'd get to hear your curses every day, how amusing."
"Shut up, Magnus, or we'll pack you off right now!" Kiriman quickly intervened as the progenies began to quarrel again, shouting at the instigating Magnus.
"Quiet... Let's eat." Clark, a dark raven guard progeny with skin pale as snow and black hair and wings, spoke in his dry, withered voice.
Volgan, the fire lizard genetic progeny, was eyeing the cottage Anglong had built, examining Anglong's collection with interest: "Wow, looks like this world has everything? Greenskins, chaos creatures, necromancers, and demons?"
Half an hour later, the five progenies, having shed their armor, sat in the open-air courtyard of the cottage. The autumn wind was chilly, the mountains were covered in red leaves, and a stream babbled by. A succulent whole roasted sheep was set up, along with two barrels of Bagman dark beer, and the table was laden with various appetizers.
"One sheep enough for us? Anglong, you should have prepared more," said Magnus, the Son of Red, as he skillfully grabbed a mug and poured himself some Bagman beer, the rich dark beer making him exclaim in pleasure: "I'm sure, one sheep, Kiriman alone could devour everything you've prepared."
"I'm not that monstrous, more like Volgan," Kiriman also took a big gulp of the dark beer, finding the dwarf-made brew extremely refreshing, reminding him of his homeland, Makurag, which was similarly idyllic.
Warleader Karlga now presided over Makurag, with no recent battles, preparing to respond to Kiriman's upcoming "Indomitable Expedition."
"You are that monstrous, you and your progeny both," Magnus inhaled the fresh air greedily, having been suppressed under the Golden Throne for too long.
Since his emergence, the Emperor no longer needed to be bound by the Golden Throne; in fact, since the
Emperor's return, he only needed to allocate a portion of his power to maintain the Golden Throne, with Magnus more to regulate and control, rather than just barely sustaining it, occasionally allowed to move around the palace, albeit under surveillance.
"One sheep isn't enough, I know, I've already ordered the imperial guards to roast another cow and some fish," Anglong brought over a big bowl of broccoli: "Don't worry, there'll be plenty, Zhanson, here, cut it yourself."
Zhanson took the knife and sliced a large chunk of lamb chop, devouring it heartily.
The progenies gorged on the food, dish after dish of pure natural delicacies were brought out and quickly devoured, bones from their feast scattered under the table. Volgan and Clark discussed how to increase the already thin numbers of their warbands, while Magnus and Zhanson debated whether the newly casted interstellar warriors truly counted as their progeny.
Zhanson believed they did since the Emperor said so, while Magnus felt that if these warriors demonstrated formidable combat prowess, they counted.
"Cheers, Kiriman, you seem to be in better spirits," Anglong raised his mug to Kiriman: "Among us, only you have the talent for governance, Father needs you as his right hand."
"The situation couldn't be worse, 'The Great Rift' has split the galaxy in two, wars are breaking out everywhere, we hardly know what's happening on the other side of the Rift, only when Father shows his supreme might do we get a glimpse of news," Kiriman drank deeply from his Bagman beer, sighing: "We brought Ryan's wedding gift, after the wedding, we'll set off back to Terra the next day."
"So soon?" Anglong was puzzled: "Father has returned."
"There are wars everywhere, we're needed everywhere," Kiriman said grimly: "Urgent calls for help are coming from all over, we're stretched thin, Abaddon and his Black Legion dare not approach Terra after seeing Father's power, so they keep moving near Cadia, we've temporarily allied with the Legion of the Dead to face the endless chaos legions, a massive army has gathered around Cadia, ready to counter the next big assault."
"What about Damocles?" Anglong asked.
"The fires of war have ceased in the Damocles sector," Kiriman turned to Zhanson: "Leon led his men to destroy an entire fleet of the titanium people, successively slaying six titanium commanders sent to the front, forcing the titanium people to give up further assaults on Damocles, we have no interest in continuing to fight these scum, other places need Leon."
"A bunch of rabble, not one worth fighting," Zhanson said coldly: "A waste of time."
"Hmm... what about the space necrons, the Tyranid Leviathan fleets, and the psychic races?" Anglong asked.
"For now, we're still cooperating with the psychic races... temporarily, Father has a ceasefire agreement with the psychic race's Deathlord..." Kiriman frowned: "But there are many psychic races, the Ark Psychics, Black Psychics, Pirate Psychics, Jester Psychics, Deathlord Army, etc., except for the Deathlord Army, we hit the rest without hesitation."
"Hey, fuck it! Just chop them down," Anglong drank heavily and ate heartily, shouting out loud.
"Ahriman led the Thousand Sons' Scarlet Warriors in a raid on Fenris, the homeworld of the Space Wolves," Kiriman continued: "Volgan and Clark led the Fire Lizard Warband and the defense forces to defeat Ahriman... other places are also at war, but that's not important, what I'm worried about now is, the space necrons are reviving on a large scale, and the tendrils of the Tyranid Leviathan fleets are spreading everywhere, Armageddon has already turned into a semi-demonic world, the Holy Blood Angels Warband stationed at Baal is sending desperate calls for help, if not for Father sensing Captain Dante's plea for help, we might not even know the dire straits the Blood Angels are facing."
"I understand, you go take care of your matters, I'll handle things here with Ryan," Anglong knew the progenies were needed everywhere, he couldn't say much more.
"And Fugen!"
"Alright, alright, and that sissy Fugen."
The feast left the five progenies glowing, especially Magnus, the Son of Sorrows genetic progeny, who kept gulping down his drink. At this moment, Volgan and Clark were grilling fish, while Zhanson and Kiriman were playing a game of war chess.
This war chess game was the Imperial War Chess board game that Sulia once gave Ryan. Each side had many pieces, from the basic Imperial Swordsman, Spearman, Archer, to the Lance-bearing Imperial Knight, the Bishop with a warhammer and shield, the massive cannon, and the Elector holding a
holy sword, fully armored Emperor.
Anglong spent quite a bit on several sets and often played with the imperial guards.
He explained the rules of war chess to everyone: "Different soldiers have different abilities, but they also have different scores, you need to build an army of two thousand points, then send them into battle."
"The Imperial Emperor enjoys a 4+ special protection rule, can attack repeatedly, his warhammer 'Ghal Maraz' ignores enemy unit armor, and he can reroll failed dice once... you need to choose a mount for him... can be a warhorse, armored warhorse, pegasus, griffin, or even a dragon."
"I like this game," both Kiriman and Zhanson were very interested in this type of tabletop war chess game, the two were evenly matched.
"Brothers, come eat fish," Volgan, towering over three meters tall, held up seven or eight skewers of grilled fish on iron rods: "My grilled fish!"
"I... seasoning," Clark said.
"That's all my stuff!" Anglong shouted.
Each holding a grilled fish, at this time, Magnus, who had started to get drunk, began to shout: "It's been a long time since so many progenies gathered together, Kiriman, do you remember? The last time this many progenies gathered together was over eleven thousand years ago, at Ulano, do you remember?"
Kiriman was a bit stunned: "Why bring this up now, brother."
"I wasn't there at the time, it was only you, Russ, Mortarion, Fugen, and that traitor Horus!" Zhanson said coldly.
"I was there, I still remember what happened back then!" Volgan said loudly: "Ah, such sweet memories, now so bitter... Magnus, what are you trying to say by bringing this up?"
"I remembered there was another gathering before the one at Ulano, those two were there too..." Magnus slurred his words: "You know what I'm talking about, hehehehe~"
All progenies changed color.
"Magnus!!!" Zhanson stood up and walked over to Magnus, grabbing him by the throat: "Father made us swear, never to mention it, are you defying Father's orders?"
"I haven't defied anything, brother," Magnus spread his hands innocently: "I didn't say who."
"Hmph! They never existed, remember that, Magnus," Zhanson let go of Magnus, throwing him to the ground.
Magnus wanted to continue mocking Zhanson, those two really didn't exist? Like your Dark Angels really don't have secrets? The Second Empire really doesn't exist?
Thinking of the explosive collar around his neck, Magnus decided to keep quiet.
...
An hour later, the group began touring Anglong's cottage and the collections inside.
Over the years, Anglong's collection had become quite impressive, featuring specialties from all races of the old world.
"Brother, I really like your collection, can you give me something?"
"Brother, this wine is very good, I'll take it."
"Brother, you've stored a lot of coffee, I want it."
"Brother, I feel like eating beef."
The progenies began unceremoniously emptying Anglong's storeroom, Volgan cleared out Anglong's meat storage, Clark took away various red wines from Anglong's collection, Kiriman looted the high-quality coffee Anglong had painstakingly imported from Tyrell, and Magnus moved all the Bagman beer Anglong had purchased from the dwarves.
"Hey! You're robbing me outright!" Anglong shouted in dissatisfaction: "How can you do this?"
"Zhanson! Did Father send you here to raid my storeroom?" Seeing that the other progenies ignored him, Anglong could only complain to Zhanson.
The First Legion's progeny hesitated, not understanding why his brothers were raiding Anglong's storeroom when they actually didn't lack these things.
But since everyone was doing it, Zhanson felt it would be wrong not to participate.
So, Zhanson alone went to Anglong's barn and picked up a trembling bison.
"Then this one's mine."
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